Can and can't

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I cannot give you the vanilla, it is my mother's.

And I am not sure if gift-giving, for you matters.

I never really learned what your language is.

But I do hope, in some way, you'll appreciate this.

I initially planned to give you black since you're cold;

But I hope I can be this gray one, to warm you 'til you're old.

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